Mai ne apnakamis nikal diya aur mohan ka hath mere bra ke hook pe rakh ke usekholne ko kaha aur mene meri bra utar di to mohan mere boobs kodekhane la...a – kya dekhate ho mohan pakdo na ise dabao mere boobs komeri nipple pakad ke tumahre muh mai lo,Fir mai ne mere boob ko pakad ke jaise maa apne bachche ko dudhapilatu hai waise hi mohan ko meri god mai leke mere boob usake muhmai diya to mohan darte darte mere boob ko chusne laga – mem sabdudha nahi aata kya – are mere raja abhi dudha nahi. My pussy. My ass. My mouth. All wanted to be filled with cock.That is just what I got.When the human and dog mix had finished seven dogs were brought in and one after another buried their bone into me. Some went into my puss and others in my ass. I didn’t care where, just as there was a cock thrusting away inside me, spurting cum, knotting me.Even the pain as each dog banged furiously away was dulled by whatever was in the liquid that I drank.My memory of the events leading up to final blood. I gave her another man. More specifically, I gave her a man with a large cock.Connie and I had a marvelous sex life. Granted, it did slacken after the first full bloom of marriage, going from nightly (sometimes two or three times) to six nights, then five and eventually to four, but we still made love at least four times a week and usually more than once. Other times we might go all week without making love once and then go seven or eight times over the weekend. Whatever, we still wanted each. Then I ordered her into the dining room to clear away the remains of our meal. She was wearing her jeans and rugby shirt but of course had no bra since Wendy had not returned it. I watched how her unconstrained breasts filled the voluminous shirt; they did not project quite so far horizontally as in the bookshop but as she moved about we could all see how the overhang of the shirt, only loosely tucked into the jeans, was filled with tit. As she bent forward to clear the table, the shirt changed.